When I sit back and look at what I've accomplished in life, I have a lot to be proud of and a lot to be grateful for. A strong education, good jobs, great family and friends, and so on. Many of these accomplishments came not only from hard work and sacrifice on my own part, but that of many others as well.

We all start out with dreams. Big ones and small ones. Maybe you wanted to become an astronaut. Maybe you wanted to cure cancer. Maybe you just wanted to make a nice dinner.

Those were my dreams, and growing up, if you asked me what I wanted to be I would rattle off the names of all of the professions: scientist, chemist, astronaut, dirt bike racer, chef, and a computer programmer (in that order).

And if you had met me early on in college, I would have told you that my goal was to cure cancer.

We all start out with dreams. But then they start to fade. Reality sets in, and the truth comes out that our dreams are just that: dreams.

It has been a few months since my last post. I thought about starting off with apologies and an explanation for my absence. I thought about maybe saying how life has been busy with a new job, buying a home, planning a wedding, and other stuff. But while those events did happen, really that’s not the whole truth.

The whole truth is that I needed some time to revaluate what I wanted Crazy Enough To Try to represent. And I think I'm ready to reveal the results of that work.